“I thought you would have all the energy you two expelled. I’m surprised you’re able to move,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan joked as her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister sat on her bed before flopping onto her back, smiling.

“It was well worth it though,” she said dreamily a content expression on her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan lingered until she was alone with her ‘Durgesh darling’ and all the other had said their goodnights.

“So you have been busy these past few days haven’t you?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked with a smile as she hugged her ‘Durgesh darling’ close to her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

“They have been the best of my life.” I explained as I felt my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s nipples harden through the thin top she wore to bed.

“What are we going to do, we’ll have to pull up a sort of roter won’t we?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan half joked.

“No. Never.” I said gravely now, “It’s not that I not proud of our relationships, neither do I not want to. All of You are great to me. Your sisters? They’re all great too. But I don’t know. I just think they think it was a mistake, we are an utmost experienced Hindu lover and extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Playthings after all.” I explained.

It wasn’t a normal practice and I knew it might have been too good to be true.

“Oh believe me, they don’t think that,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled as she walked back to her ‘Durgesh darling’ and gave me a big kiss.

“You should go to the gym with me sometime I’d show you a work out Durgesh darling.” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said taking a bite of her sandwich.

“Oh no way, this is fine for me thanks.” I said holding my hands up and shaking my head.

‘It’s not just the running but the little extra workouts I do with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and the others that take it out of me,’ I thought as I looked at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything eating her sandwich.

“You wimp, I thought you’d have more stamina then that.” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan joked as she finished her sandwich and got a drink.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan tightened her grip on my neck and kissed me back, more passionately, on my lips, as a Musalmān woman kisses her Hindu lover.

There was something happening that neither could explain.

It was obvious what was happening.

We were kissing, but it was more than that.

This was something that just felt right for us to do.

This, like nothing else mattered, at that moment.

The kiss ended and I pulled back from Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, once more looking into her exquisite excellent extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.

I smiled.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan smiled back and pulled me close once more, this time attacking me with her red crimson Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue forcing it past my lips and into my mouth with ferocity.

I responded in kind and our tongues met for the first time in an electric touch.

This kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity since we both didn’t want to be the one to break it.

Finally, it was I who stopped the kiss, getting off my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

I stood off the sofa and looked at her.

“What’s wrong?” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan asked as I stood before her.

“Nothing, but are you sure you want to do this?” I asked a little unconvinced.

“You silly Hindu, I’ve wanted to do this since I was 15 years old!” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said as she smiled at her ‘Durgesh darling’.

‘What was it about me at your fifteen.’ I thought as I heard the words from Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan’s mouth spill forward, ‘that’s Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan that wanted to sleep with me’.

“You ok Durgesh?” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan asked.

“Oh yeah,” I smiled releasing her.

I was quiet for quite a while, then said,

“I just needed to know that, now come here.”

“Good,” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said as she stood up and walked over to her ‘Durgesh darling’ kissing me again and turning me towards the sofa so I could sit.

Before I had chance to sit down Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan grabbed my t-shirt and roughly pulled it off my chest, over my head, she licked her red crimson awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips as my chest and stomach came into view.

I smiled as she undid my jeans and slid them down my legs along with my boxer shorts.

My hard Uncut Hindu Lund sprang forth almost hitting Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan in the face, as she knelt in front of her ‘Durgesh darling’.

“I’m on my knees rubbing my hands up and down your thighs, the inside of your thighs.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said sexily down the phone to her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I was staring at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan as she slid her hand over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot making little circles with her fingers over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān clit.

“And what about your hands then?” I asked Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan on the phone as I watched Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan’s hands work on herself.

“I have you in my hands now,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she slid her hands down her stomach and into the top of her jeans and into the top of her panties, making sure no-one was watching as she breathed into the phone.

I was getting so turned on I felt like I would cum right there as I watched my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, standing naked in front of me, touching herself and my other extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, having phone sex with me.

“I climb on top of you and put you inside me,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she put her finger into herself making little circles with it teasing herself as she talked with her ‘Durgesh darling’ .

“Ohhhh yeah,” I said as I watched Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan walk towards me.

She’d had enough of this self-pleasure and wanted her ‘Durgesh darling’ now.

Climbing on top of me Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan moved slowly up my legs until my Uncut Hindu Lund was in line with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot and slowly she lowered herself onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.

When I was as deep as I could go, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan stopped and leaned her beautiful head back pushing her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts into my face.

“Come on, tell me what you want.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as her ‘Durgesh darling’ watched the breasts in my face bounce as Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan started a steady up and down slide on my Uncut Hindu Lund, letting it slide almost all the way out, before sliding it back in.

“Come on don’t be shy,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan prompted as she heard me moan on the phone to her.

This was causing her immense pleasure as she fucked her ‘Durgesh darling’ while I had phone sex with their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Bājī, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God I’m so hot!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned as she pushed her finger into herself further, while back at home Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan leaned and kissed her ‘Durgesh darling’.

accidentally I dropped the phone as I moved my lips to Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan’s erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts, once more kissing on each nipple, making Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan moan out louder than normal.

When the phone was put down she grabbed her ‘Durgesh darling’ s face and brought it back to her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts, so that I could kiss them once more.

I kissed her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts for all it was worth, as I felt my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything slide my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot faster making us both moan out.

“Crap, I’m supposed to be back by 1: 15 and its 10 minutes to work,” she said quietly as she pulled on her t-shirt.

She ran down the stairs as she saw her ‘Durgesh darling’ waiting for her.

She stopped when she got to the bottom step and smiled at me.

“You should get going,” I said as I watched her move down the steps two at a time.

“I know but you’re well worth getting the sack for, Durgesh darling, that was great,” she said.

As Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan walked over to me, the light from the window casted a glow around her as if she was an angel.

“Don’t say things like that,” I said smiling, almost priding, as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything gave me a long adoring kiss on my Hindu lips, before turning for the door and leaving for work.

I was back in the living room relaxing when I heard the front door open.

Quickly looking at the clock, I saw it was 2: 00 PM.

“Hello anyone home?” It was Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan.

I shouted from my seat men the living room.

“Yer in here,”

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan smiled as she heard her ‘Durgesh darling’’s voice and quickly came to see me.

“Hi Hunky, what’s going on? Where is everyone?” she asked her ‘Durgesh darling’ using the word Hunky for the first time ever.

“They are all out. I’m all alone.” I informed my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything not really realizing what she had called me.

“I took a late dinner and thought I’d come home to see my fave Hunky,” she said as she felt my Uncut Hindu Lund push against her.

“Hunky? When did I become that then?” I asked surprised slightly by the nickname I had been given by my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

“A few days ago. Do you like it?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked as she ground her SunniMusalmān ass down onto her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund a little harder.

“It’s…. I don’t know what to say no one has ever called me that before,” I said, as I looked into my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān playthings eyes.

“No? Well, I will from now on. I like that name for you… My Hunky,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said sealing it with a soft kiss on her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu lips.

I was in no mood to do anything but agree with my new nickname it was actually quite sweet of Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan to say such nice things about me, I thought, as I kissed her with a little more passion.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan quickly grew tired of the kissing.

She was in need of something a lot more than just her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu lips on hers.

I was quite satisfied to just kiss Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan for a while, after my session with Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan just 45 minutes earlier.

I was still a little worn out, but who was I to say no to a girl like Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan.

I watched as she moved herself off me, slightly rubbing my Uncut Hindu Lund through the jeans I had on, before sliding her hands to undo the button and zip, opening them wide.

Looking into my eyes, she smiled and reached her hands inside grabbing my Uncut Hindu Lund tightly and massaging it, the heat from it warming her hands nicely as she rolled my foreskin back and forth licking her red crimson awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips as she did so.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was just about to kneel before me and take my hard Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth when we both heard the door open once more.

Quickly Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan helped her ‘Durgesh darling’ pull up my pants that had been pulled down to my knees by Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, in her rush to get me inside any of her holes.

“We’re in here, Ammī, ” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan called as she got up from her ‘Durgesh darling’ s Hindu lap and went into the kitchen to greet her ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, with a hug.

“Hi Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in work now?” Āsiyah Jahāngīr asked as her daughter gave her a hug.

“Late dinner. What about you?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked.

“Oh, just got off work early today. There was some sort of problem with the equipment. And we all got sent home early.” She informed her daughter as I walked in and gave their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, a hug.

“Where have you been?” she asked me.

“I just had something to do but I didn’t forget you did it?” I said.

Really what I was doing was trying to get my Uncut Hindu Lund soften so I did not greet their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, with a raging Hindu hard on.

“No, you’re a good boy I guess,” she joked as she went to the fridge, “You two want anything to eat?”

“No thanks, I’m fine,” I said.

“I’ll just have a sandwich please,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan shouted from the living room.

Āsiyah Jahāngīr got out some turkey slices and asked me to get her the bread.

I did looking in to see Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan sitting disappointedly looking at me as I went to get the bread.

I saw the look in my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s face and smiled before blowing her a kiss.

She pretended to catch it before bringing the hand.

She did it with her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth and kissing it as if she would her ‘Durgesh darling’.

If only their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, had not been there.

It looked like today would not be the day that she had hoped it could be.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan had been thinking about me all night.

She had so wanted to just get out of her bed, go to my room and spend the night sleeping with her ‘Durgesh darling’.

However, that was not going a possibility with everyone in the house.

They would have easily heard all the noise the two would have made.

It was a long night for me too.

I thought about Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan and what may have happened with Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, should Āsiyah Jahāngīr never have come in, when she did.

I was woken early by the bright sun flowing through the window.

Looking at my clock, I saw it was 7: 45 AM.

Way earlier than I would normally be up, and earlier than any of the others too.

Normally Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan got up at about 8: 20 AM, the others at about 8: 00 AM since most had work at 9: 00 AM or University to go to.

I got out of bed and got dressed.

Looking around I decided it was time to spend my cash.

Grabbing my coat, I set off for some early morning shopping.

Leaving a note explaining where I was going I made my way to the bus stop a few seconds away from my house.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan came down and found the note…

‘Hi, I have gone out, will be back in a few hours, the door is locked; please lock it when you go out if Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan is not up’

—Durgesh

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan read the note and smiled.

She had a plan.

She was going to get me to herself, even if she had to kill all her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sisters and their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, to do so.

“I found this note. When I got up he was out shopping or something, why?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister.

“No reason, just wondered, that’s all. So how are you feeling?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked trying to change the subject from her ‘Durgesh darling’.

“I’ll be fine. Say Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, you couldn’t do something for me, could you?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked knowing that Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan would do anything for any of her siblings.

“Sure, what is it?” she asked as she looked for her gym bag.

“Well after you’ve been to the gym, how long will you be gone by the way?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked hoping it would be a long time.

“No, I want you to get some special ones I saw them in town there these really nice ones she likes.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said quickly.

“In town, but that’ll take me an hour to get there and back then there’s the stuff to get.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan looked at her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister who was looking back with pleading eyes.

“One thousand dollars? Wow, she must be a good friend!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she was given the money, “What are these chocolates you want?”

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan explained where to get the chocolates from and the exact sort she wanted and watched as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan went out the door for her morning workout.

‘That’s her gone until at least one, now all I need is Durgesh back here,’ Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan thought as she sat at the table and waited for her ‘Durgesh darling’ s return.

I arrived at the front door at 11 : 20 AM.

I had been out since 8 : 00 AM and had been around most of the shops but hadn’t bought much, a few CD’s, DVD’s that was about it.

I opened the door; surprised that it was not locked, meaning someone was in.

I was greeted by the sight of Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan sat at the table.

She had changed since.

The others had left.

Now clad in a long shirt and just a pair of tight lace knickers.

I stared at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything as she smiled at me from across the room,

Dropping my bag of bought items I looked at her, not knowing why, but I knew that we were alone.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s smile widened as I walked over to her and placed my hands on either side of her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face.

Leaning down to her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face, I kissed her softly on the lips wetting hers with my saliva, as my tongue then made little licks on them.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan wrapped her Musalmān legs around my Hindu waist as I went deeper into her.

The heat coming from her insides was incredible.

It was hotter than the first time we had sex, for sure!

Feeling I had gone as far as possible, I pulled back, so that I could come in for another thrust.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot grip her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund and the friction it caused when I pulled back and went back in.

I was moaning too as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything grabbed my asscheeks with both hands pulling me in then out.

She kissed my neck, moving up to my ear, moaning right into it, as I thrust back and forth within her.

The thrusting stopped.

We kissed each other’s mouths once more.

Our tongues not touching this time, though it was just a kiss on the lips.

We looked into each other’s eyes.

“Let’s go upstairs and finish,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was the one who spoke.

She said it softly.

I nodded my agreement and got up off the floor, helping my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything to her feet.

My jeans were still held up by my thighs.

They were gone by the time we got to my bedroom.

Once inside, we were quickly on the bed.

I sat as Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan climbed onto me.

Straddling her long legs on either side of my body, her feet were flat on the bed.

Knees bent, holding her entire body on just the power of her smooth splendid wonderful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān thighs.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan started to grind her excellent exquisite, perfectly round, firm, massive, gorgeous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks back and forth, pulling her ‘Durgesh darling’ s Uncut Hindu Lund almost out before pushing it back to the hilt.

“AAAHHHHH yessss,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned as she ran her hands through her ‘Durgesh darling’s hair while continuing to grind herself into my body.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan felt really full and got a feeling she needed to go to the loo.

But she remembered the first time she did this with me, and how good it felt when she had got used to it.

I was relieved when I felt my pubic bone hit my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s ass fully, indicating I could go no further into her.

I stopped and waited for a few minutes.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was now getting well used to having her ‘Durgesh darling’ s Uncut Hindu Lund up her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass and told me to start a steady rhythm of pulling back and going back in.

The tightness and heat made my balls tighten ultimately and gave me that usual feeling that all men get when they are about to cum.

With a loud grunt I started to shoot my hot Hindu cum right into my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s ass, making her shout out from the new heat that had just been injected into her as it started burning her soft inner skin.

I pulled out as my Uncut Hindu Lund re-hardened from such a ferocious ashvinātam fuck as I had just had with Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan smiled as she felt some of her ‘Durgesh darling’s cum slide out of her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass and onto my sheets.

“You better change your bed Durgesh, I think it’s a bit of a mess under me.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan smiled as she put her hand over her leaking ass holding the rest of the cum in, as she gingerly got off the bed and sort of waddled to the bathroom.

On her 18th birthday, she had let the only Hindu boyfriend she had ever, had touch her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts through her bra, while we were in my car after a party.

I had suggested having sex with her, as a gift from me on her eighteenth birthday, but, being as shy as she was, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan had not felt comfortable with sex then, even with me, though I was the only boyfriend she had ever.

“Why another boyfriend is needed?” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan argued with her teenager girlfriends, “You all claim you have fucked Durgesh. Don’t you?”

“Durgesh sleeps too unconscious, so deep asleep he is that even the entire womankind would rape him then, he would never be even aware of it.” Zakiyah Musharraf Parvez announced.

I knew she was not very confident and hadn’t had much, if any, sexual contact with anyone other than me, so I was surprised by her boldness but didn’t want to push her too much.

Besides, I was in surprise at this.

I managed to go into the living room.

Not wanting to show my bulge too much, I leaned forward as I went.

The surprise had subsided a bit, but I couldn’t bring myself to stay outside with Raziyah Najmul Ħasan any longer.

It didn’t take long before she came to me.

I looked to the door to see Raziyah Najmul Ħasan’s sexy form walking towards me, her hips swaying and her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts bouncing slightly as she moved. “Durgesh, I’m sorry.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said as she sat down next to her ‘Durgesh darling’ on the sofa.

“No Raziyah Najmul Ħasan, I am.” I said as I looked straight at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

She smiled nervously,

“Durgesh, I really love you. You know that, don’t you?” she asked causing me to spin back to her.

Our ashvinātam mouths met once more and, just as before, no tongues were used.

I was tempted, but was cautious Raziyah Najmul Ħasan would not really like it.

I just wanted to make her happy by doing what she wanted and not pushing her too much.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan was having the same thoughts about her ‘Durgesh darling’.

She was nervous about what she was doing, but wanted to overcome this and please me.

She slowly opened her lips and let her tongue slide up to my lips, wetting them with her saliva.

I was surprised but responded the same.

Our tongues met for the first time barely touching at first but soon they were all over each other, first mine then Raziyah Najmul Ħasan’s.

Each was invading the other’s mouth, exploring every crevice they could find.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan moved closer to her ‘Durgesh darling’ sliding her legs over me so she sat over my lap and looking down at me she smiled, holding my shoulders as I brought my hands to her back looking for the bikini straps.

I soon found them and in a rapid move of my fingers untied the thin material.

Our kiss had been going on for some time now and I was beginning to grow a little impatient to get inside my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, she was just so stunning it was driving me close to cumming right there and then.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan was feeling the same now and responded when her ‘Durgesh darling’ began to lean her back on the sofa.

We laid together, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan on her back with her ‘Durgesh darling’ between her legs.

Only a pair of bikini bottoms and boxer shorts was between us.

I was getting more turned on by the second as I and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan kissed passionately.

I slid my hands over her chest massaging her nipples before sliding my hands to her smooth splendid wonderful PakistaniSunniMusalmān thighs pushing them around her waist until I was ready to remove her bikini bottoms and slide my Uncut Hindu Lund free.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan was getting nervous again, just like on her 18th birthday with her boyfriend.

Everything was coming back and she was starting to get scared.

“Hhmm… I no… No… Durgesh… NO!” She shouted as she pushed at my shoulders.

Smiling, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan obliged me, lowering her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān open mouth onto the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund, licking all the pre-cum that had accumulated from the foreplay and almost sex we had enjoyed.

My Uncut Hindu Lund jerked as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything pulled it out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth until just the head was left in.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan tried to smile around my Uncut Hindu Lund as she lowered her beautiful head again.

Soon she was in a steady rhythm, bouncing her lovely PakistaniSunniMusalmān neck when she reached the top and bottom of her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund.

Ultimately, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan and I both knew that I wouldn’t last long anymore.

I had been so turned on by what had happened before.

I was starting to get that feeling in my balls, the contracting feeling that males know only too well, which means that they’re gonna blow any second.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund jerk as the first blast of my Hindu cum shot out of the head.

She quickly remembered back to when her boyfriend had held her beautiful head down and forced her to swallow my Hindu cum.

She couldn’t forget the feeling of gagging when it hit her throat.

She was really scared, but her love for her ‘Durgesh darling’ overcame that and she closed her eyes as she felt my Hindu cum hit the roof of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth, followed by another and several more and more after that.

She slid down the sofa a bit until she was nicely settled. I had opened my legs slightly wider and made a little gap for her to settle into with her shoulders and lower back.

Her beautiful head was over my left thigh and the little curve of the small of her back rested on my right.

She brought her hands to her chest and squeezed them together tightly.

I smiled down at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything as she settled down.

She looked so little and innocent lying there on my lap.

I wouldn’t have believed this little girl had just given me oral sex if I hadn’t been there.

Still smiling I brought my left hand to her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī enticing Pakistani Sunni Musalmān crotch and lightly began rubbing her outer lips through the thin material that covered it.

Slowly, I pulled my hand to the top of the bikini bottoms and slid my fingertips under the elastic rim getting a feel of the small mound of thin pubic hair that capped off Raziyah Najmul Ħasan’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

“Aahh… Now make little circles.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan panted as she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’ move my Uncut Hindu Lund back up to the top.

I followed her instructions and started to make little circular movements with my Uncut Hindu Lund over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot lips applying slightly more pressure as I went on.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan moved away from me and sat at the opposite end of the sofa.

“I’m sorry, it’s not you.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said as she calmed down slightly.

“It’s ok Raziyah Najmul Ħasan. It’s supposed to be like that.” I tried to reassure her as she gave me a wavering smile.

“Thank you. You always wonder why we teenagers are so crazy for you that my teenager Musalmān girlfriends have even raped you while you are sleeping. Well, let me tell you now. You are the utmost experienced utmost patient Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties. You never force yourself upon us. You are too experienced to do it.”

“You let us take our time patiently. You don’t even tell my teenager Musalmān girlfriends when they fuck you entirely unashamed of themselves that you are not sleeping unconscious. You are wide awake instead.”

I smiled.

“It may humiliate them.”

“Yes, so you let them enjoy fucking you as they damn please pretending utmost incredible deep sleep.”

“Allah! Really perhaps you are the ever-best utmost patient, yet utmost ravenous, Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties. I know these both are contradictory attributes, yet you amazingly manage successfully to have them simultaneously. I congratulate you.”

I smiled, opened my arms and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan moved into them giving me a nice wet kiss.

She settled like a baby into my arms and closed her eyes.

I kissed her on the forehead and pulled her close to my chest as she drifted off to sleep.

I smiled as I thought about what had happened in my life, in this mansion, over the past few days.

Ok, so I didn’t get to have sex with Raziyah Najmul Ħasan, but I had shared something special with her that nothing could replace.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan woke up as I carried her to her bedroom.

“How long have I been asleep?” she asked her ‘Durgesh darling’ as she was carried, bridal style, up the stairs, towards her bedroom.

“An hour. The others will be back soon so I wanted to put you to bed so you could get some sleep.” I replied as we reached the top of the stairs.

“Thanks Durgesh darling. For everything.” she said, as she was laid down on her bed and received a soft kiss on her lips.

“No problem Raziyah Najmul Ħasan. You get some rest. I love you.” I headed for the door, closing it behind me.

Once again, I found myself reflecting on the amazing turn my life had taken in this mansion and how wonderful it was.

“Eīshān! What a close one with Raziyah Najmul Ħasan.” I whispered to myself.

“What did you say?” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan asked.

She knew I had said something but couldn’t quite make it out fully.

“I said yeah. How was yours?” I lied.

I had become quite expert at that, in recent times more.

Not in malicious lies, but in little white lies that didn’t really hurt people.

“Fine, but I’m glad to be off work now. It’s so boring supervising cutting people’s hair from 10 until 6 everyday.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan said as she went to get a sandwich from the fridge.

“Bored? Surely not? You love your job, don’t you?” I asked.

I was starting to get cautious once again.

I had never heard Navīdah Najmul Ħasan criticize her job before, but now she was saying she wasn’t happy with it.

If she quit then that would put yet another obstacle between me and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, being all alone from ten to five, most days of the week.

“Yeah, I’ve felt like this for a while now but never said anything to our ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, or you lot because I didn’t want you to worry about me finding a new job if I quit.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan admitted to her surprised utmost experienced Hindu lover.

“Quit? Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, you never quit anything.” I said trying to convince her she really did like her job if only to keep her out of the way of me and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

“I know Durgesh, but I’ve been doing supervising hairdressing for 5 years now,” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan said as she took a bit out of her sandwich, “I just think there must be something else out there for me.” A little bit of the lettuce dropped from the bottom and down the top of her T-shirt into her cleavage.

I watched as the little, green, bit of leaf fell onto the top of her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

My eyes were suddenly transfixed by the site of her cleavage.

It was magical to see.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan had a wonderful set of PakistaniSunniMusalmān breasts that never really got to be shown off by revealing tops.

She was much shyer than the others were, but still had had a few Hindu boyfriends in her time.

She did really like her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

She was perfectly built.

Large breast and the gym workouts showed in her toned physique but that wasn’t how she had seen herself and, as a result, she only wore clothes that would cover her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body more fully.

Today was an exception.

She had been very hot, as had everyone else, and been forced to wear a more revealing top.

It was red, quite tight, its fabric clinging to her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body, and cut off just above the bellybutton; revealing her thin waist to all.

The top was sleeveless and had instead, two, rather thin, straps holding it up over her shoulders where the low cut neck showed off her outstanding superb PakistaniSunniMusalmān cleavage beautifully.

The pants were a tight pair of blue jeans that hugged her legs and showed off her tight exquisite excellent PakistaniSunniMusalmān ass.

Altogether, she was a ravishing site to behold by any man.

“Durgesh… Durgesh…”

I heard my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything saying my name and realized she had been talking to me while I had been staring at her.

“You’ve dropped some of your sandwich.” I said pointing at the little greenery on her outstanding superb Pakistani Sunni Musalmān cleavage.

“Oh crap!” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan exclaimed as she reached for it but only managed to push it deeper into the valley her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts made.

I watched my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything push her hand down her top further, wishing it was my hand that was touching her.

But I had Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and had, had Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and almost Raziyah Najmul Ħasan so I should be satisfied.

Still, I couldn’t help but wish.

“Allah! Oh, shit! I just can’t grab it. You wouldn’t mind if I took my top off and got it. Would you Durgesh?” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan asked as she fumbled to grab the veggie leaf.

“Oh, ok then. But if anything does come up just be sure to tell me and I’ll see what I can do about it, won’t you?” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan asked her ‘Durgesh darling’.

For a split second, I thought ‘does Navīdah Najmul Ħasan mean what I think she did?

No surly not’.

“Will do Navīdah Najmul Ħasan. Thanks.” I finally answered as she walked out of my room.

When she was gone, I lay down on my bed thinking about what had happened.

Did Navīdah Najmul Ħasan really mean if anything comes ‘up’ as in if I come up?

‘Surely not. ‘I thought, ‘Navīdah Najmul Ħasan is sophisticated. But then again, so are Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan and Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and look what’s happened with them.’ I thought about it for a long time, alone, in my room.

Downstairs Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was sitting alone in the living room when Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan came home.

“Hi Navīdah Najmul Ħasan! What are you doing alone in here?” she asked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister as she dropped the bags she was carrying to the table in the kitchen and made her way into the living room.

“Oh, nothing. Just sitting here, trying to cool off, that’s all.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan said with a smile as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan sat next to her on the sofa.

“Yes! As a woman loves a man. I love Durgesh as a woman loves a man. Don’t be mad Bājī, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan. I can’t help it! What am I going to do?” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan sobbed yet again as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan rubbed her shoulder.

“I feel the same way as you do about Durgesh,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan admitted to her shocked extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Plaything , “But Durgesh and me have taken things a bit, farther, if you know what I mean?”

“You mean, you two have, Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh my God, Bājī, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan! You are already having sex with Durgesh?” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was stunned by what she had just been told, who wouldn’t be.

“Allah! Oh God. I don’t know what to think.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was at a loss what should she be feeling now.

She just didn’t know.

“It’s ok you know. It’s fine with us and I’m sure Durgesh has no complaints.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she took her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister by the hand.

“Bājī, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, I just don’t know what to say or feel. It’s all just such a shock.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan admitted.

“It’s ok to feel the way you do. I do, and have for a long time now. Look, why don’t you go and lie down for a while. Our ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan and Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan will be home soon and you don’t want to look like you’ve been crying. Do you?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan always took my mind off whatever I was pondering these days.

“Well… it’s about Navīdah Najmul Ħasan…” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan started but she was soon stopped by my interruption.

“Navīdah Najmul Ħasan? Eīshān! Oh God! What is it Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan?” I asked, my face showing my concern as I sat up in bed and let go of her.

“It’s ok, its ok. What happened earlier with you two?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked, knowing her ‘Durgesh darling’ would tell her what Navīdah Najmul Ħasan would not.

“Well, she was eating a sandwich and she dropped some lettuce down her top and well, she sort of got me a bit hot as she took off her top and got it. She caught me staring at her and I think she’s mad at me, or something.” I told my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

All her gym work really helped her out as she held all her weight on just her flexed legs, holding her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body just high enough for her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund-head to stay inside, but no more.

The wetness was unbelievable as my Uncut Hindu Lund was once more pulled out slowly of my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s ravenous warm confines.

Both Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and I started to moan as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan began to increase the pace of her lifts and drops.

Her ‘Durgesh darling’ was holding her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts, loving them as they bounced with every up and down thrust she made on her my aching Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Aarrgghh! Yyeess, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, yyeess!” I cried out as I felt her tighten her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot muscles even more; making a harder grip on me to increase the connection between both of us.

While Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and I were screaming in my room Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was still looking at Raziyah Najmul Ħasan who was starting to stir in her bed.

She had a look of satisfaction on her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face and Navīdah Najmul Ħasan’s mind went back to what Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had said about her and me.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan didn’t realize that there was anyone else in the room with her.

As she woke up, she stretched a hand down to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot letting it settle before giving it a little rub.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Aahh, God, Durgesh, that was so nice.” she moaned out loud as she brought her hand back to her chest and gave each nipple a little nip.

“That good is he?”

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan shot up in bed and looked over to see Navīdah Najmul Ħasan lying on her stomach looking at her with a smile.

“Navīdah Najmul Ħasan! I didn’t think you were…. I was just…. Allah, oh God… I…” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan stammered as she tried to explain to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister what she had just been doing.

“It’s just how it looks Navīdah Najmul Ħasan.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said calmly as she once more ground her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot into her ‘Durgesh darling’ causing me to fall back down from the pleasure of it.

“Can anyone join in or is it just a private thing you have here?” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan asked Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan turned her beautiful head to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister and brought her hands off her ‘Durgesh darling’s chest placing it on either side of Navīdah Najmul Ħasan’s face to bring it down to hers.

They weren’t as large as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s but were more than a handful for me.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan knew just what to do to get Navīdah Najmul Ħasan going.

She winked at me, I twisted her nipples between my thumb, and forefinger as her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth and tongue licked my inside.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was still lifting and lowering her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot on my hard Uncut Hindu Lund, but now I was concentrating equally on Navīdah Najmul Ħasan as I was on Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

“Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, I know you didn’t come here to watch,” she said as she lifted herself off My Uncut Hindu Lund and moved to stand next to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister, “Durgesh‘s all yours, for tonight.”

It was so sexy hearing her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, moan along with her ‘Durgesh darling’ Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan couldn’t take much more of it, she had to get involved.

Their breasts pressed into each other squashing the soft, yet firm, flesh.

Their nipples tickling the other’s, sending both into a frenzy of orgasms.

They wrapped their arms around each other holding on tight as they both screamed out.

No one seemed to care if any of the others heard them.

Right now, only they mattered.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan let go first and leaned back placing her hands between her ‘Durgesh darling’s legs.

Her arms behind herself resulted in her pushing her chest out for Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan took the invitation and leaned her beautiful head down onto Navīdah Najmul Ħasan’s left breast, taking the nipple into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth and giving it a little bite.

But with the attention she was getting from her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister, who was now sliding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot over her ‘Durgesh darling’s chest, leaving a wet trail where she had been, she was once more approaching orgasm.

She was still watching me hungrily though Navīdah Najmul Ħasan had fucked me nonstop almost whole night.

It was so wet that Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan couldn’t resist.

She leaned down and took it into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth licking off the combined cum of Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, mine and herself.

It was a strange, sweet, yet salty, taste.

Once I was fully cleaned Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan got off me too and both Panjvaqtah Namāzī young PakistaniSunniMusalmān women stood looking at their exhausted utmost experienced Indian Hindu lover.

“You two stay here till Navīdah Najmul Ħasan gets more ashvinātam satisfaction from your Uncut Hindu Lund. I’ll make sure no one disturbs you. Then You both should rest, it’s been a long day and night.”

She looked through the pile of clothes for hers.

Finally finding them, she pulled them on taking one last look at still intertwined Navīdah Najmul Ħasan and me.

She made her way out of the room blowing the now ‘sleeping’ ashvinātam pair a kiss as she went.

‘This is going to get interesting’ she thought as she made her way to her bedroom where Raziyah Najmul Ħasan was waiting.

I woke, it had been several hours since my time spent with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and Navīdah Najmul Ħasan and both were now gone.

I remembered Navīdah Najmul Ħasan falling asleep with me but I was now alone in bed covered by the sheet, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan must have covered me before she left.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had been in her room with Raziyah Najmul Ħasan while Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was sleeping with her ‘Durgesh darling’ in my room.

“Yeah I was with them. It was so sweet seeing them doing it.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said with a smile to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister Raziyah Najmul Ħasan.

“I wish I was there too it must have been really a great sight,” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan sighed as she thought of her time with me, it had been so special.

“Maybe one time you could join us?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked as she curled up on her bed looking away from her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister as the door opened and Navīdah Najmul Ħasan entered.

“Have a good sleep?” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan asked.

A knowing smile was on her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face as Navīdah Najmul Ħasan walked a little uneasy over to her bed.

Not a violent kiss, a more sensual one but all the time she kept my Uncut Hindu Lund moving in and out of herself with steady thrusts of her thighs and legs.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan wrapped her arms around My neck as she kissed me and pulled me back with her so we laid on the bed, she propped her right leg up and pushed her left out, I was now fully on her.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan knew what was coming and quickly reached around with her left hand and grabbed My ass, squeezing it and pulling me into her as deepest as I could go, just as my balls tightened and my hot, thick Hindu cum shot out into her Panjvaqtah NamāzīPakistaniSunniMusalmān Choot .

I moaned as the last little trickle seeped out into my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

She had been smiling the whole time she felt my Hindu cum hitting her Musalmān insides.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God, that was good.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she let go of her ‘Durgesh darling’ who was still pressed against her tight body.

“Yea it was.” I agreed.

“So you don’t have any regrets about it? I mean, your first time was with me.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s hands lightly touch her right nipple, rolling it around between my fingers.

“Are you kidding? It was the best.” I said as I kissed Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s shoulder and nuzzled her ear making her giggle and squirm.

“Well, anytime you want to, you come and see me. I think we will be able sort something out.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she sat up and got off the bed leaving me alone to get my strength back.

She smiled as she left,

“Don’t forget the others will be back soon. You better clean up your sheets you messy boy.”

Sālī still believed I was a young man.

I sighed.

My performance, in sex with her, had doubtlessly made her more confident of my youth.

I nodded, just relieved that my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything was not mad at what we had done the day before and that, by the way she spoke, was likely to happen again.

I walked into the living room and sat next to Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan who slid over on the sofa to give me some room.

“No work?” I inquired, already knowing the answer.

“I’m not due in the shop until 3 this afternoon so I thought I’d just watch some TV and lay about for a while.” she said in her usual, very feminine, voice.

I was disappointed to hear I probably wouldn’t get any time alone with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan until tomorrow since Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan usually finished at about 3:20-4:20 PM and could walk in at any time and catch us at it.

“Oh.” I paused for a little while thinking. “I’m surprised you’re not down at the gym then.” I said, hoping my words would prompt a gym trip from her.

“No, I don’t really like going to the gym when I work in the afternoon. I always run low on energy when I get back.” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said, crushing her ‘Durgesh darling’s hopes of having a second round with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

“Well, that’s all done now.” She said as she went and sat on the chair across the room from her ‘Durgesh darling’ and her sister.

I looked over to her and got a warm, loving smile in return.

I shot one back to her.

She looked at Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, who was watching the TV, not us, and pursed her lips blowing a kiss to her ‘Durgesh darling’ whose smile broadened before I kissed back, careful not to make a noise with my Hindu lips.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan could feel her knickers starting to get wet from all the flirting she was engaged in with her ‘Durgesh darling’, especially with one of her sisters sitting next to me oblivious.

The flirting carried on for another few hours.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, getting more and more bold in her behavior, started clearly rubbing different parts of her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body while I watched her.

I hoped she was watching Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan to make sure she didn’t see us.

It was 2:20 PM when Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan got up and told us she was off to work.

Overjoyed at the prospect of a little action at last I practically pushed her out the door, before walking back in to sit with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

“So Durgesh darling what did you think we’re doing this morning when you came down, hmm?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked her ‘Durgesh darling’ as I came over and sat with her on the sofa.

She had moved there when Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan had left.

“I don’t know. You just get me so horny when I see you.” I replied, moving closer to her as I spoke.

“Really? What a coincidence. You do the same to me.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s hands move over her massive PakistaniSunniMusalmān breasts, my Hindu lips on her beautiful Musalmān neck.

“Ohhhh…” I moaned as I felt my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything place her hand on my Hindu crotch.

She gave a little squeeze to my aching Uncut Hindu Lund.

I kissed her neck harder and began massaging her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts through the thin, blue, cotton T-shirt she wore; without a bra.

She leaned her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body back, pressing her chest further out to my face that was becoming engulfed by her cleavage, as I moved across to the other nipple.

I lowered my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything to the floor and quickly attacked her other nipple.

Once more kissing hard as she brought her head to the side of mine to whimper in my ear.

As my sexy extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Plaything stood before me, I brought my Hindu male hands up, grabbed the waistband of her knickers and pulled the frilly cotton down her legs letting them go so they would drop to the floor.

Well, no use the wicked and foolish Musalmīn ran away from United India in 1947.

The little tuft of hair I had seen yesterday was, again, directly in front of me.

I brought my right hand up between her legs and grabbed her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass pressing my fingers into the supple flesh.

“Ohhh ooohhh…” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt my other hand move through her open legs and onto her other cheek, massaging it.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan put her hands on her ‘Durgesh darling’s shoulders for support as she went onto her tiptoes to bring her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot in line with her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu mouth.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan brought her hands to the back of My head as she bent her upper body forward, letting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot stay in the same position as her ‘Durgesh darling’ kissed and probed at her inner tunnel, but now letting her rest her heavy breasts on my Hindu male lips.

Not letting go of her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass, I was still in the same position, with my Uncut Hindu Lund buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot and my arms still around her body.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned louder and more frequently.

I began to knead her soft ass cheeks in my hands, causing her to arch her back that pushed her groin further onto my Uncut Hindu Lund making my Uncut Hindu Lund go deeper into her.

Seeing our tops on the steps as she went, she stopped and looked at the clothing carefully before carrying on slowly.

She reached the top step and listened, hearing noises from Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan and Navīdah Najmul Ħasan’s room Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan very slowly crept along the hall to the door and grabbed the handle pushing it open.

“Hi Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s voice chimed out as she sat on the edge of her bed looking over to the door.

“Hi.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said looking around to see me stood at the window looking out at the street below.

“You’re home early.” I said as I came away from the window.

“Yeah, I was released early from work because it was a slow day.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said as she went in to the room and looked around more.

“But she almost did. If we had been a bit slower, getting our clothes back on, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan would have just walked in and caught us having sex! Imagine what that would have done to her.” I winked and smiled impishly, arguing with my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything diligently.

“No I’ve already had some. Now I’m off to the gym to work off all that fat.” She said as she finished pulling on her trainers and grabbed her bag.

“You sure you won’t stay and have some?” I asked without any slightest quiver in my voice at the thought of having to be alone with Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and keep the secret without Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan there to help.

“Very sure. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said nodding her head at me signaling that she meant ‘you’ll be fine’.

I not even did crack, instead sauntered off playfully also, up the stairs to my attic room slamming the door shut behind me.

I sauntered over to the bed and kept smiling.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan opened my door and walked in soon after, she smiled as she saw me lying smiling.

Slowly she walked over to me, placed her hands on my thighs, and gave them a squeeze.

My head shot up and turned to look at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything who smiled down at me.

“Durgesh, it’s ok. I think I know what you’ve been doing and I want to tell you it’s fine with me.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan continued to rub my Hindu male thighs significantly.

“Eīshān, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, we never wanted you to find out. We never wanted anyone to. Yet, I’m NOT sorry.” I was practically winking at her as I spoke to my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

“Hey don’t try that mischievous attitude. I said it was ok with me about you and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan.”

“You and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan? Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh my God! I thought it was you and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan who had been having sex and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan just knew about it.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was shocked at her ‘Durgesh darling’s revelation.

“Why did you think it was me and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan?” I asked my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

“Well Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan is always telling me how cute you are, what a Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties you’ve become and how great you are. I just put two and two together when I came home and smelled Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s bedroom. I thought Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan had come home for dinner and you two had, you know, but you and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan …” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan still couldn’t take this in.

“God! What was that?” I asked as Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, smiling.

“You and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan didn’t do much, did you, if you don’t know what a kiss is.” She said as she wrapped her arms around her ‘Durgesh darling’s neck holding her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body close to mine.

“What are you doing?” I asked roguishly.

“What I wanted to do with you for ages. Haven’t you too?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked her ‘Durgesh darling’ before kissing my neck and rubbing her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts into my body.

“Ohhh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, I’ve wanted this for so long but I never thought it would happen.” I admitted as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything began to rub her hard nipples into my Hindu chest, her blonde hair tickling my neck as it fell on to my skin.

“I bet you never thought you’d have sex with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan either, but you obviously did, you naughty boy.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said as she licked my neck softly making her ‘Durgesh darling’ moan.

On a return visit in 1870, and despite their age difference; he was 60, she was 20, Bull began a courtship, and the couple was secretly married in Norway in June 1870, with a formal wedding in Madison later that year.

They had one daughter, Olea (1871–1913).

Isn’t it’s normal in West?***

I grabbed Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan by the head and brought her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth to mine.

I kissed her passionately, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths.

While the ashvinātam kiss continued Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan reached for the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it up, briefly stopping the kiss, and over her head before reattaching her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth with her ‘Durgesh darling’ ’s.

I followed suit and removed my T-shirt in the same manner.

Next, our jeans were undone and soon we both just stood in our underwear.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was wearing a pair of pink cotton knickers and a matching bra.

I was wearing a pair of very bulging boxer shorts.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was the first to make a move, pushing her ‘Durgesh darling’ backwards onto the bed but not joining me right away.

Instead, she walked around the other end and leaned down to give her ‘Durgesh darling’ a gentle ashvinātam kiss.

Stretching forward dragging her tongue over her ‘Durgesh darling’s chest and stomach until her face hit my bulging pants.

I moved away from my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything and allowed her to pull her knickers down her long legs before kicking them off to join her bra somewhere across the room.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was now laying fully naked, her breast heaving, her legs together as she lay on her left side slightly, just a small tuft of blonde pubic hair visible from above her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

I leaned down to her face and began kissing her over her shoulder, my hands being used for support.

My right was soon on her chest giving little rubs of each PakistaniSunniMusalmān breast and tweaks to her nipples.

She brought her hand up to my face as we kissed more passionately and I moved my hand down to her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī enticing PakistaniSunniMusalmān crotch, but was denied access by her closed legs.

“Hmm not your hand, silly.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan giggled as she pushed her ‘Durgesh darling’ back into a sitting position on the bed and just as quickly brought her legs around me.

Sliding so that my pants could be removed Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan pulled them down to my knees then I did the rest.

Using both legs I managed to get the boxer shorts off just as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything pressed her open Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot onto my Uncut Hindu Lund, which slid in her Panjvaqtah NamāzīPakistaniSunniMusalmān Choot gracefully, deepest.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was sitting in such a way that her breasts were just about level with her ‘Durgesh darling’s chin and looking down at my closed eyes, my face contorted in concentration.

She got an idea.

Pushing up with her legs slightly more she brought her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts in line with My face and began to bounce them off my lips as she leaned her head down to kiss the top of my head.

Now I could feel my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s breasts and nipples on my face, tickling my skin, as was her hair, which was dropping on to my face.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot was gripping my Uncut Hindu Lund so tight it was unreal and she was mercilessly grinding her Panjvaqtah NamāzīPakistaniSunniMusalmān pelvis into mine.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan pulled back from my face and leaned back from my body on her hands.

She smiled at her ‘Durgesh darling’ who was looking at her face smiling as she continued to bounce on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She quickly moved forward and our ashvinātam lips met again.

Our ashvinātam tongues were assaulting each other’s.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan screamed into her ‘Durgesh darling’ s Hindu mouth as her orgasm hit her hard and very unexpectedly, she pulled back from my mouth as her Panjvaqtah NamāzīPakistaniSunniMusalmān juices flowed all over her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Well, you better get some sleep for now. I’ll tell the others you’re not well and need your sleep, then they’ll leave you alone. You look tired out.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she kissed My forehead and pulled the sheet over me tucking me in.

I was practically asleep as soon as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan grabbed the cover.

She smiled and walked out of the room blowing her ‘Durgesh darling’ a kiss as she closed the door behind her.

I got up the next morning at 9:00 AM.

The bright sun shone through my window onto my face making me squint to see where my clothes were.

Eventually I was able to pull on some clothes, a white T-shirt and faded jeans, and make my way downstairs.

“Hm… yeah, fine so far.” I said as I sat at the table, “Where is everyone?”

“Well, our ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan are at work. Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan is at University, and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said she had to go somewhere and would be gone until tonight.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan informed her ‘Durgesh darling’ as she grabbed me a bowl from the sideboard and a box of cereal.

“Thanks Raziyah Najmul Ħasan.” I said as I poured myself breakfast.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan came over with a bottle of milk and placed it next to her ‘Durgesh darling’.

“Thanks again.” I said grabbing the bottle and pouring a generous amount onto my cereal.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan smiled,

“No problem, the utmost experienced Hindu lover of mine. You’re worth it, I guess.” She said rubbing my back and fluttering her eyelids expressly noticed by me.

“So, what are you doing here?” I asked my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything while swallowing a mouthful of cereal.

“I haven’t got a lecture today. There was some sort of problem with my class so we were all told to stay home. Why do you ask?” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan asked her ‘Durgesh darling’.

“No reason. Just wondered, that’s all.” I replied.

The real reason, though, was that I was hoping to have some quality time with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan or Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan.

Obviously, that was out of the question now with Raziyah Najmul Ħasan here and the others gone.

“Well, what are you doing all day then?” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan asked flicking her hair with her hand.

“Come on Durgesh, it’s so nice out, why don’t we do something together?” she asked pointing out the window into the bright sunshine at the cloudless sky.

“I don’t think so.” I said pretty apathetically.

“Well I’m going to change. This lot is too hot and I want to sunbathe for a while. You’re welcome to join me if you want to.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said leaning over her ‘Durgesh darling’s shoulder grabbing my empty bowl and taking it over to the sink.

‘Was that a bit of flirting my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything just tried on there?’ I thought to myself.

I watched as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything headed towards the stairs taking a long look over her shoulder a giggly smile emerging as she saw me watching her.

I was startled when Raziyah Najmul Ħasan came back down wearing nothing but a bikini.

The tight fitting orange material of the bikini clung to her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body and didn’t leave much to the imagination.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan smiled as she walked past her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I had my eyes on her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body the whole time she was moving past me.

Her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts, although not as big as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s, were still a sight to behold and to be proud of.

I shook my head and closed my eyes for a second trying to get the image of my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything out of mind, but she was an immensely attractive Panjvaqtah NamāzīPakistaniSunniMusalmān young woman.

They were all extremely beautiful, rich, educated properly and well sophisticated.

Āsiyah Jahāngīr was their Ammī.

Yet, even at her forty eight, she had successfully maintained her athletic Panjvaqtah NamāzīPakistaniSunniMusalmān body so perfectly that no one thought of her as an Ammī of six brilliant smart young daughters.

Even after being told properly, everyone thought Āsiyah Jahāngīr was their elder sister, aged thirty only.

Amazing?

Yes, but true.

They started to call Āsiyah Jahāngīr ‘Bājī’ even to tease their Ammījān.

Āsiyah Jahāngīr scolded them, but to her own surprise, she enjoyed it secretly.

Her Indian husband Najmul Ħasan had, however, divorced Āsiyah Jahāngīr, shortly after her six daughters were born.

Najmul Ħasan wanted a son of his own.

He had requested me to replace him for all practical purposes but his Ammī still used to compel him to have his own son.

“Durgesh’s son would be my own son, Ammī.” Najmul Ħasan was furious, “He loves and respects us Musalmīn more than the other Hindus even.”

“You are right, son.” His Ammī had agreed with him, “Even then, never forget, even Ħuzūrs had to marry his adopted son’s wife, Zaynabrza. Allah knows better, Najmul Ħasan. We are only playthings in His hands.”

Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s oldest daughter was 34 years younger than I was.

The ages came down two years at a time.

In order of oldest to youngest they were:

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, at 28 years old.

She had shoulder length hair, dyed deep red, and a set of breasts that anyone would love to have, really firm and big.

Being Saturday, none was at work and, as usual, the house would be hectic with all eight coming in and out of rooms at irregular intervals.

For Saturdays they had other arrangements for the campaigning that didn’t require their presence personally.

When the whole family was together, they sat around the TV with their dinner.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan , their ever thirty Ammī, always looking eighteen years younger than she actually was, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, and I sat on the sofa, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan sat on the chair next to us.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan were all on the floor.

It was their favorite place, when eating or watching TV.

Currently they were doing both.

When they were all finished Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan got up and took everyone’s plates into the kitchen putting them in the sink, to be washed later by house cleaners, before returning to her seat.

“That was great Ammī, really nice.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said, to which all the others agreed.

“Thanks, I do my best.” Āsiyah Jahāngīr said to her kids.

It was so nice that they had all stayed with her when normally they would have flown to their nests, their rooms that is.

The house, they lived in, was a nice size.

It had three large bedrooms, an attic conversion, a big kitchen, a large living room and a big garden.

“Well, I’m forty eight, not thirty as the people think of me erroneously.”

“Well, I’m also sixty two, not thirty two as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wants to prove me legally. She can deceive everyone but not me ever.” I said curtly.

“Ammī, Dādī Ammī Zindābād.” Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan laughed, “What a great lady, yaar, really. A young man of thirty two claims to be sixty two, only to prove he is older than her. He is her suitable Live in relationship Partner.”

“Oh no, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been so close to you.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan cooed meekly, as she moved her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts around under her top rearranging their positions until she was satisfied with them.

She looked up to see me watching her.

Not seeing she had looked, I carried on until she moaned slightly.

This brought a shrewd, cunning, smile to my face as I realized she had caught me.

Never ashamed of, never ashamed of himself.

He can’t be sixty two.

The scoundrel is more astute in this game than even she had thought.

He is constantly winning.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had always been close to me, maybe more so than with her sisters.

They all had to use me without another option at all, if anyone of them needed any romantic interludes and male companionship whatsoever.

And they all actually did in their own individual way.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had taken over as a sort of surrogate parent when she was 14, since their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, was 30 when she had her and now had seven kids to look after.

She needed help.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was more than pleased to take some responsibility in their looking after.

Thus, she allowed Āsiyah Jahāngīr to go off to work.

After all, the multimillion businesses also needed some attention.

Āsiyah Jahāngīr alone couldn’t manage it efficiently.

Not much had changed now that they had all grown up.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, not having outside work very much, mostly stayed at home and looked after the place, mostly, after her immensely needed business activities.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was a hairdressing Supervisor, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was a Reception Expert, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was a Departmental Store Owner, and Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan were at University.

I had to manage and supervise overall, even over their ever thirty Ammījān, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, of course.

It was needed legally according to the Trust Deed.

My extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān playthings and their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, had said they made plenty enough for them, to live on as long as we made sure the house was clean, controlling entire household staff, ladies staff of course, without any exception, when they came home.

Naturally, we agreed and the arrangement was made.

It brought Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and me closer than to the rest of the young ladies.

And it brought both of us to the mischiefs we were doing when we found alone each other.

“So what are you listening to then?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked her still not embarrassed ‘Hindu scoundrel’.

I was shamelessly not trying to cover my growing Hindu erection, even under my hands.

What had actually happened was that their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, had said it needed doing before they went to bed, but Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was desperate to get her ‘Durgesh darling’ to stand up my Hindu erection intact.

Once downstairs we got to supervise the maidservants working on the dishes.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan kept getting little glances of her ‘Durgesh darling’ looking at her impressive breasts, causing her to start to get hot and push out her chest slightly more every time I looked.

I wouldn’t cough, but try not to look at them.

But my eyes were drawn to her and she knew it.

I was the sexiest person Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had ever known

Allah, the Hindu scoundrel is already fucking almost her every extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend.

And even their equally beautiful Musalmān Ammīs, Kħālājāns, Chachījāns, Mumānījāns and their cousins too are being fucked by Durgesh as if it was a perfectly normal routine for all of them.

What a sexy man.

What a sexy man.

Allah Allah!

Måshā Allah!

Subħān Allah!

Yet, she smiled to herself on her victory.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was now really hot and her tight cotton knickers were starting to get wet as she continually teased her Durgesh darling.

Finally, she thought it was time to give me a real show I wouldn’t forget.

Dropping a fork to the back of the sink, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan quickly leaned over the sink of soapy water to grab it.

Not being the tallest person in the world and having such huge breasts, she pressed them into the water making sure they were covered about halfway up the cotton T-shirt.

“I must have dropped them into the water when I leaned in for the fork. Allah! Look at me.” she said as she cupped her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts and pressed them together for her ‘Durgesh darling’s enjoyment.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stood facing me with just a small pair of white cotton knickers on that were cut into a V high over her hips and tight into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot, they resembled a thong in design, and some long white stockings.

I smiled shrewdly, as I saw her massive breasts on display to me like this.

They looked big when she had on a tight top, but loose they were even better.

She had high firm breasts, a full DD cup at least, with no sag at all.

Just like the sort, one sees on porn actresses when they have had repeated augmentation surgery and enlargements, but hers were natural.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had the most perfect breasts I had ever seen with large nipples that just fitted her size perfectly.

I shot back to reality when I heard Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan say something to me.

Not knowing what it was, I just answered,

“Yes it’s finished.”

I was deliberately, shamelessly, was NOT looking away from her.

Why should I?

I was not proposing to her.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan herself was offering her to me, so desperately, so frantically.

If there was anyone to be ashamed of, it was Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan herself.

Why me?

Why ME??

“Great, but I didn’t ask that. What I asked was: DO YOU LIKE THE VIEW?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan repeated the question slowly and deliberately.

It was as if Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan didn’t care that her ‘Durgesh darling’ had just walked in on her with no top on.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan walked in and over to her ‘Durgesh darling’s single bed, positioned at the far end of the room, her trainers making the floor boards squeak as she crossed them.

The light from the open window above her, cascaded light onto her beautiful perfectly round PakistaniSunniMusalmān ass, as it swayed side to side as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan walked.

I closed the door, not wanting to look back at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything as she went by me and to my bed.

“What do you want Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan?” I asked, still not looking at her, just at the white door in front of me.

“To talk Durgesh. We really need to get things out in the open, don’t you think?”

“Well, I’m not sure there is anything to get out really.”

“Bullshit Durgesh, you know there is.”

“What, uuumm, what is there to get out exactly?” I asked slightly angrily as I turned and looked at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything for the first time.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was sitting on the edge of my bed, knees together, leaning back in a stream of sunlight coming through the window, highlighting her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body, with shadows and light.

“The way we feel maybe? Why you have been avoiding me so much lately is another one.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan shot back leaning forwards off the bed making her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts fall over her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body casting it in shadow.

“I…I don’t know what you mean.” I said gravely as I took a long look at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

My Uncut Hindu Lund, to my regret, starting to harden as I saw her leaning off my bed.

“You know exactly what I mean Durgesh darling. You have been avoiding me for the last two days, since we were in my room. So why?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked, flicking her hair from her face and leaning back again pushing her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts out again.

“I..I.” I looked for something to say but even I couldn’t think of anything to say.

“You what Durgesh?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was trying to pressure an answer from her stern Hindu play partner, playing excellent so far.

“What about when I came up behind you and pressed into your back? Were you embarrassed then? Cuz you sauntered out fast.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was not going to let me get away without a proper talk.

“Yes I was.” I admitted quietly raising my head.

“Why did you saunter off Durgesh ?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was enjoying this now.

She could see her ‘Durgesh darling’ was being broken down by her pose and questions.

“Durgesh, Durgesh darling, just tell me, will you? We need to get things out. I have a few things I want to say, but I need to know a few things first. So, please, just tell me.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said in her sweetest, most sincere voice.

This broke me completely.

“Okay, I really liked it when you pressed into me and liked it even more when you rubbed your hands down my body, but you’re my hero’s daughter. There are not so many great Musalmīn, even on the globe, as your Abbū is. I respect your great father very much. We shouldn’t do anything like that, without his express permission.” I said gravely, looking at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything again.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had opened her legs even wider and brought one knee up, resting her foot on the bed.

“Is that all or is there something else you’d like to tell me? The truth perhaps?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked as she wrapped her arms around her raised leg pulling it to her massive chest and getting a cute little girl look in her eyes, which melted her ‘Durgesh darling’ .

“No, the reason I sauntered off is, I’m not really used to such circumstances with my respected Musalmīn’s girls. It’s one thing to play with the houseladies of scoundrel Musalmīn. But it’s quite another thing to play with the daughters of the great Musalmīn I respect very much. I played with you to some extent but it’s going beyond my morals now. I’m sorry.” I admitted gravely.

I didn’t want to say these things, but my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything seemed to have some sort of spell on me.

She was getting everything out of me and even I could do nothing about it.

She was my role model’s, Najmul Ħasan’s daughter after all.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was almost shocked at my admission.

She had never thought I was so much respectful to her Abbū.

“You don’t want to play with me anymore because you think it would disgrace my Abbū, you respect very much?”
“Yes.” I confirmed her statement gravely.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan almost shot off the bed she sat up fully so fast.

“But I thought you would have, at least once.” It was Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s turn to look for words.

“Are you not responsible even for the houseladies of the great Musalmīn, you respect so much?”

“Of course I am, but—”

“But you want to throw them to the wolves.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled ironically, “And that’s your kind of respect you pay to the great Musalmīn, you respect so much. Great. The houseladies of the unworthy Musalmīn are safe with you, and the houseladies of the worthy Musalmīn have to face the scoundrels of the society. You certainly respect great Musalmīn, very much. Bravo.”

I could not answer her.

She had attacked on my morals successfully.

I was not prepared for it.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan leaned forward more.

I was staring at her sexy body.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was rising as she spoke to me.

“I can’t believe that Durgesh darling. You haven’t thought of it.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said smiling as she saw a slight bulge appear in her ‘Durgesh darling’s pants.

“Durgesh, remember when I said I wanted to tell you something? Well, I’m going to now, ok. Don’t freak out, please.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan swallowed, she had never had a problem saying what was on her mind, but what she was about to say had her really nervous.

“Go on.” I said, wondering what she wanted to say.

“Well, I really like you.” she said and threw me a timid smile.

“I like you too. So what?” I asked my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, my face showing I didn’t get her meaning.

“No Durgesh darling, I REALLY like you.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan put emphasis on the word as she said it.

I ran my hand through my hair gravely, still taking in the words, fully.

“I know what I’m saying perfectly Durgesh. I want you. I have since I was fifteen only.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan got off the bed and walked over to her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I backed away from her advance.

“We have thirty four years age difference still there. When you were fifteen, I was forty-nine already. Have you thought it ever?”

“No, there isn’t thirty four years age difference between us. You are only thirty-two now, only four years elder to me. We make a perfect couple, even if only the age is there to be considered of.”

“Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, what are you doing?” I asked my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything cautiously as she pinned me against the door that I had walked back into, trapping my body between hers and the hard cold wood.

“Giving you what we both want.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan leaned her head to her ‘Durgesh darling’s and lightly placed her lips on mine.

She closed her eyes and traced little kisses along her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu lips.

Making only minimal contact with my skin she let her tongue slide over my lips before bringing her hands to my face and holding my head still as she moved her head back away from my face.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan opened her eyes slowly and looked for a reaction from me.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s mouth was on mine again, only this time she had opened her lips and was pressing her tongue into my mouth, swirling it as I spoke.

Smack.

A light slap hit my right cheek.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s tongue was licking the farthest part of my mouth now and coaxing mine into moving into hers.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan broke the almost everlasting kiss first.

Resting her arms on her ‘Durgesh darling’s shoulders she looked deep into my eyes, the dark red of her hair falling over her face making a sexy contrast and to the paleness of her face.

“No talking when we kiss.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she flicked her head to move the hair from her face.

I nodded.

I acted, as I was hers now, that kiss had sealed the deal as far as I was concerned, I wanted her now.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan needed me very much.

I shouldn’t infuriate her now.

There is no fury in hell like a woman scorned.

Don’t stretch anything to the extent it breaks.

All the rest could wait.

First things first.

Let Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan do now what she wanted to.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan knew, what I wanted to, she wanted the same thing.

She pulled her hands off my shoulders and slid them down my chest and to the top of my jeans, pulling my belt towards her.

I followed, my crotch pressed into hers.

For the first time, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan felt the bulge touch her, sending little waves up her spine, causing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot to become drenched, soaking her knickers.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan pushed me back against the door once more, and then swung them around so it was she who was against the door.

I smiled gravely before grabbing the waistband and pulling them down to the floor before stepping out of them and standing back up to face my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, naked.

Acting quickly Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan undid her jeans and slid them and her knickers down her sexy legs before kicking them off and standing back up to let her ‘Durgesh darling’ get a good look at her tight wonderful Panjvaqtah NamāzīPakistaniSunniMusalmān body.

I stared at her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body taking in every little detail.

The tiny freckles that were on her stomach and the little tuft of brown hair that stood above her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan could wait no longer.

She leaned forward and pushed me back so I sat in the middle of the bed now.

Placing her legs on the bed, she crawled on the bed with me.

Standing, she placed one leg on each side of her ‘Durgesh darling’s body, and started to sit down until her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot was just above my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She looked into my eyes as she sat down feeling my Uncut Hindu Lund slide deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

Stretching her legs as she went down more she got her ‘Durgesh darling’ fully in her.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan lifted her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body up so my Uncut Hindu Lund was out by 3 inches then slid back down, making me moan out loudly from my first experience of her.

Smiling, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan continued her movements tightening her inner muscles to grip her ‘Durgesh darling’ tight as she felt in her Panjvaqtah NamāzīPakistaniSunniMusalmān Choot every little vain on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan slid her hands and arms around her ‘Durgesh darling’s back for support as she moved up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Bringing her mouth to my, she started kissing me all over the face, pressing her tongue into my mouth every time he moaned out.

I, as the utmost experienced I was, was more than willing to follow her lead and soon began to move my Hindu pelvis in time with her to give her extra support and take a little of the strain off her thighs and legs.

I also started to kiss her back, sliding my tongue around on hers as we moved, as one.

She lay her head back letting her hair fall over her shoulders and pressing out her massive breasts, which I took no time in moving to.

I kissed her breasts.

“OooooHHHHHHH,”

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned as she first felt my lips on her sensitive breast.

she brought her head back forwards but made sure to keep her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts pushed out for her ‘Durgesh darling’ who was loving the sensual up and down strokes from

She smiled and brought her face to mine for a long, drawn out kiss, before flicking her hair away and hugging me tight to her, pressing her breast into me again as she rubbed her head against mine and slowed her thrust slightly to make the feeling last longer for us both.

I was getting uncomfortable with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan on my thighs so I carefully lifted her and knelt up.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan followed me and made sure I was right before continuing to slide up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

The new position was much better for us both.

I was kneeling, leaning back on my thighs, with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan ‘s legs wide apart on either side of me, resting on the bed, making it much less of a struggle to push her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body up.

“Ooooohhhhhh aaaahhhh” she moaned as she felt My Uncut Hindu Lund slide out of her until just the head was left in then thrusting back down all the way taking the wet Hindu meat back inside her red-hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

I was caressing her back and shoulders as she became more violent with her wild Musalmān movements.

Pressing her mouth to mine again in a passionate ashvinātam kiss before falling onto her hands that she put down on the bed to stop her falling completely onto her back and risk hurting her ‘Durgesh darling’ .